Men Dislike Being Awakened From Their Death

You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

Human Kind Cannot Bear Much Reality.

Love Is The Unfamiliar Name Behind The Hands That Wove The Intolerable Shirt Of Flame Which Human Power Cannot Remove.

Yet With These April Sunsets, That Somehow Recall My Buried Life, And Paris In The Spring, I Feel Immeasurably At Peace, And Find The World To Be Wonderful And Youthful Afterall